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   Cast of Characters in order of mention.

   Bob and Carol Maddox (Psychotherapist - College Professor) Joe and
Janette Daniels (Both MDs) Tom and Sue Parson (Corporate Middle Manager -
Lawyer) Charlie (Runs local fitness center) Alexandria (Physical Trainer)
Ray and Vickie Baden (Lawyer - Psychotherapist)





   The Evolution of Carol

   by Drifter

   The setting is Boulder Colorado and the nearby Rocky Mountains.

   Chapter 1 of 14



   Carol looked around the room at all the bodies in various stages of
undress.  Now all of them were asleep, or passed out, or for whatever
reason seemingly inert.  It had been quiet a night..  and she had been the
Queen of it all.  As she looked over the room, she thought back to the
beginning of the summer.



   What a great day it had been, a Saturday of hiking in the awe inspiring
Rocky Mountains.  Bob and Carol Maddox had met their hiking club at a
familiar trail head just west of Boulder, early that morning, and had spent
the day in the mountains.  Bob and Carol loved the outdoors and
particularly hiking.  They had formed the club less than a year before just
for days like this.  People had come and gone, but at present the club
consisted of four couples.  Bob and Carol had met each of them through
various social activities and were pleased to find them as enthusiastic
about hiking as they were.



   In truth Bob had been both surprised and delighted when Carol had agreed
to join him in his hiking.  She had always been such a 'proper' lady. 
Always dressed to the hilt, in charge of her emotions, always the lady. 
Hiking seemed foreign to her, in Bob's mind, but she had taken to it
eagerly.  It was the first of many things that indicated how little Bob
really knew of his wife.

   Over the year of it's existence the club had become a close knit group,
the members having much in common.  They pursued a number of activities
together in addition to hiking, like dining, theater, partying.  They had
become, 'the gang'.  All of them were quite bright, good looking and
reasonably mature, between the ages of 28 and 38.  They were all more or
less successful professionals or 'yuppies' as Bob like to refer to them. 
They were all physical fitness 'nuts' into tight bodies.  And all of them
were modern day explorers who loved getting together to hike new trails, of
various types, as it turned out.

   This particular day in the mountains had been outstanding.  The weather
was perfect, and the trail challenging as they explored around a peak,
north west of Boulder.  It had been a great day.  And it had been capped
that evening by a delightful dinner at their favorite local french
restaurant.  The hiking, the food, the service, not to mention the
conversation, had been enjoyable.

   The gang did it's share of flirting, double entendre and probably a lot
more.  Carol enjoyed the banter and was good at it but until tonight she
had always considered it totally innocent.  Tonight Joe Daniels had sat on
Carol's left and Tom Parsons on her right.  Her huband sat directly across
the table.  Dr.  Joe Daniels was an incurable flirt, the worst in the gang,
and was constantly coming on to Carol, in a very low key way.  Carol
admitted to herself she enjoyed the attention.  She frequently wondered how
far Joe would go if she let him and what Joe would be like in bed.  In fact
she often wondered what most of the men she associated with, would be like
in bed.  But that was as far as it had gone.

   After dinner as they chatted over cognac, Carol noticed the drinks
seemed to have effected Joe more than usual tonight.  He was a little
louder and a bit more risque in his stories.  But even with that, it took
Carol by total surprise when she felt Joe's hand fall lightly on her bare
leg under the table.  At first she wasn't sure what to do.  One of her
first thoughts was that she was glad it was dimly lit in the restaurant as
she looked around to see if anyone else noticed what was going on.  Tom
Parson, young corporate executive, was engaged in a animated conversation
with Vickie Baden, a psychotherapist who specialized in aberrant behavior.
Looking at Bob across from her he seemed unaware of where Joe's hand was.
After a few seconds she placed her hand on top of Joe's and as casually as
she could, moved it away.  Joe had looked at her and winked and continued
his conservation with Bob.  Carol had just passed it off as a bit of over
playfulness on Joe's part.  That is until a few minutes later she felt his
hand back on her leg again, this time a bit higher and more on her inner
thigh.

   She almost spilled her wine and Bob asked if she were alright.  Carol,
not wishing to cause a scene, assured him she was fine as she felt Joe's
hand slide higher and squeeze her bare upper thigh.  She remained calm, at
least outwardly, as she waited for the right moment to move Joe's wandering
hand once more, hopefully so no one would notice.  She had to admit it was
exciting.  Then Joe slid his hand even higher, taking advantage of her
hesitancy to act.  His hand was stopped only by Carol's firm thighs
pressing together.

   Carol to this day, isn't sure what made her do it, but she looked over
at Joe and when their eyes met she relaxed her legs and allowed them to
part.  Immediately she felt Joe's hand slide higher beneath her short
skirt, to brush against her panty covered crotch.  As he touched her she
jumped slightly.  Joe lightly rubbed his finger up and down her outer labia
through her panties.  Carol froze, sort of, and did nothing for several
minutes allowing Joe to carress her so intimately.  Then as she realized
how wet she was becoming she caught his hand in hers.  She held it
motionless against her pubic mound for a brief moment, more excited than
she even cared to admit that Joe was playing with her there, and in public.
The fact that it was public and with their friends around them excited
Carol terribly.  After another moment she again gently moved his wandering
hand away.

   The party broke up soon and nothing else occurred until the group was
outside saying goodnight amidst the obligatory hugs.  When Joe and Carol
faced each other, he smiled and pulled her into his arms.  She was still
turned on.  She felt his hands drop to her trim ass.  Looking up at Joe and
she smiled and said softly,

   "Behave yourself, Doctor Daniels."

   And she hugged him, longer that normal, tightly as she felt his large
hands squeeze her cute ass.

   *****

   At home, Bob and Carol prepared for bed after their full day.  Now as
Carol thought about Joe's behavior, she realized she was terribly horny. 
As she walked back and forth, to and from the master bathroom, she wore
less and less each time, giving Bob a progressive show with her own intent
in mind.  Needless to say, Bob enjoyed the gradual strip tease of his
wife's lush body.

   The physical activities they both enjoyed seemed to keep them in
outstanding shape.  Carol particularly was in truly spectacular shape.  Her
full firm breasts were not the silicon 'Playmate' style but large,
none-the-less delightful, and quite eye catching.  Her waist was small,
flaring out into nicely rounded hips and a full tight little ass that
caused heads to turn.  She was beautiful and none of it was wasted on Bob,
or for that matter, most of the men who knew her.  Bob too was well built,
strikingly handsome in a boyish sort of way, and a lot of fun.  A
psychotherapist by trade and a very gentle, caring, and shy man, always
eager to please.

   As he enjoyed leering at his wife, in his mind he found himself hoping,
once again, that she might take the lead in their sexual activities
tonight. He longed for her to become the real aggressor, even if just once.
If she would only roll over and just once demand that he 'service' her, in
the crudest of terms, he felt like he could die happy.  He began to have an
erection as he thought of his beautiful wife standing over him in one of
her thin silk teddies, demanding he perform sex act after lewd sex act on
her....  and he sighed loudly as his fantasy unwound in his mind.  Then he
thought, 'Damn...I counsel tons of people on their sex life, why can't I
ask Carol for what I want?'

   Carol was slowly brushing her hair, seated at her dressing table.  She
heard Bob's sigh.  She could feel Bob's eyes locked on her body and she
felt her small nipples begin to harden and become increasingly sensitive as
her excitement grew.  She looked up at Bob in the mirror and enjoyed the
way he stared at her.  In her mind, she fantasized about Bob walking over,
scooping her up, throwing her on the bed, tearing her silk nighty off as he
ravished her forcefully.  Forcing her to do all the nasty things she has
always refused to do.

   She sighed and put her brush down meeting Bob's eyes for an instant. 
They both recognized the lust in each other's eyes and they both hoped....

   She broke the reverie and moved to their large bed.  Bob moved to join
her, turning out the lights.  He pulled her gently into his arms feeling
her soft body meet his, feeling his partial erection press into her.  Their
lips met, softly, then lightly exploring, waiting for the other to make the
next move.

   After a few seconds, as he had done for the ten years of their marriage,
Bob gave up on Carol taking the initiative and his hands wandered gently,
if somewhat predictably, to her lovely breasts, freeing them from her
nighty for his hands and mouth and tongue to explore lingeringly.  They
were full and soft and warm in his hands.  He loved that feeling.  Her skin
was so smooth and soft under his fingers.  He suckled first one turgid
nipple then the other, his tongue a live thing on and around those swollen
sensitive tips.  Carol loved this and shortly she gasped softly, and her
entire body stiffened as she had one of her small orgasms.  Bob instantly
stopped his manipulation of her hard nipples, letting her come down from
her brief flight.

   When her breath returned to normal, his gentle hands spread her long
trim legs and his fingers trailed lightly around and over her delightful
mound of venus.  Bob's fingers slowly explored her swollen outer labia with
a feather touch, then finding the rising moisture within.  His fingers
moved higher, lightly brushing her erect clitoris.  It took only a moment
of Bob's manipulation until Carol stiffened again and had her second
mini-orgasm.  Bob froze, once more, waiting for her recovery.  Carol
thought, and wanted to scream,

   'no damn it, don't stop...  oh please...  just once...  don't stop.'



   When she stopped shaking, Carol eagerly sought Bob's rigid tool with
both hands and eased it between her engorged outer lips, rubbing it up and
down, slowly, from near her rectum, to her still tingling clitoris.  Then,
in a well rehearsed pas-de-deux, Carol rolled over onto her back, as Bob
rolled with her, pressing his maleness slowly into her warm, wet, inviting
sheath.  They both moaned softly from the intimate pleasure of joining, the
wetness, the sexual stretching, the total engulfing of his member.  After a
moment Bob began to move slowly.  Carol's hips rose to meet his thrusts as
they increased in depth and tempo.  It didn't take much of this and they
were both grunting and straining into each other with a vengeance as first
Carol climaxed, followed almost immediately by Bob ....  and then ... 
collapse.

   Carol smiled to herself, it had been good, very good and very satisfying
even ...  yet ....  and she remembered another time, another partner making
love to her long ago....  no, he hadn't made love to her, he had fucked
her, hard and rough, non-stop as she came repeatedly to his pounding, to
his loud demands that she squeeze his cock with her cunt, that she fuck him
back.  She had loved it and continued to hope...  hope that Bob would
somehow know what she wanted, needed.....  forget she was a lady and give
it to her...

   Bob rolled over on his back beside her, his tool limp and wet from
Carol's and his mixed juices.  Bob sighed thinking, hmm good...  but if she
could just once forget she is a lady.  What was that old saying, 'a lady in
public and a slut in bed', yeah if she could be his demanding slut in
bed.....

   Bob got up and got a warm washcloth and washed Carol gently, lovingly,
then as he returned it to the dirty clothes hamper he cleaned his own limp
member.  Back in bed he cuddled with Carol and said,

   "I love you Carol.  That was great."



   "Hmmm I love you too honey, it sure was."

   But Carol was laying there, wondering what Joe might have done in Bob's
place.  She guessed he would be rough, demanding.  She still couldn't
believe what had happened earlier at the restaurant.  She decided it
probably would be best not to mention it to Bob.



   end chapter 1



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